While I stare at the walls turn your back on me
For that picket fence again
In your arms I would fold you twice
Again and again
In this room with this backwards ceiling fan
Turn things upside down again
At one time this felt right
It`s true, you know that
I can`t hear you when you say
Our words they come out wrong
It`s true, you know that
You can`t hear me when I say
Our worlds they come apart
I`m still standing
All alone, but upright still
And I wonder what do you think about it
Did you get what you wished for?
Was it as much a disaster
As you made it out to be?
And you know that I can`t read you
You`re not a short story
As much as you`d like it to be
And I won`t change
I`m not like the weather
As much as I`d like to be
It`s true, you know that
I can`t hear you when you say
Our words they come out wrong
It`s true, you know that
You can`t hear me when I say
Our worlds they come apart
With your coffee sense of time
And my outlook on this life
I made a list, I wrote it down
I got a car, I drove around
But I never though you wouldn`t sit in it
I remember a time you said
`Don`t worry about it`, never talk about it
We never talked about it
It`s true, you know that
I can`t hear you when you say
Our words they come out wrong
It`s true, you know that
You can`t hear me when I say
Our worlds they come apart
This time I think you`re right
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